They kissed passionately on the streets of Paris. Everything around them looked so romantic, it was as if they had staged the entire thing.

Downtown the skyscrapers shone silver in the morning sun. Students and commuters walked like shoals of fish in a myriad of directions, often stopping by at the cafes along the Seine River for a refreshment.

Evelyn and Sheffield chose an open-air cafe and ordered two cups of coffee to go with an assortment of desserts.

As a handsome Oriental man and a beautiful woman, they attracted the attention of many people from different cultures.

“I have added your and Gwyn's names on the Thompson family's residence booklet. She can start kindergarten in a few months," Sheffield told

Evelyn. Gwyn's name had been officially changed to Gwyneth Thompson.

"I haven't decided which kindergarten to send her to. I wonder if my parents have picked a kindergarten yet." Luckily, Gwyn had been attending early childhood development classes regularly. Hopefully, it would be no problem for her to get along with the other kids by the time she started kindergarten.

“Dad has picked one out. It's an international bilingual kindergarten in the Eastern District. He's even checked all the teachers’ backgrounds in advance so you won't have to worry about it." Sheffield and Carlos had talked about this when they were at home.

“Gwyn is much more willing to communicate now. Thank you so much, honey."

He was displeased by the courtesy and formality in her tone.

“What are you talking about? I'm Gwyn's father. I care about her. I'm happy to see her happy. In addition, I didn't do much for her. Gwyn is a lively girl by nature."

It was undeniable that Gwyn took after Sheffield. Evelyn joked, "What if she turns out to be as talkative and annoying as you when she grows up?"

Sheffield furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be upset.

“Do you still prefer guys Like Dad and Prince Calvert? They're just like you. In fact, you all could live happily together in perpetual silence. That sounds Like a very interesting marriage, right?"

Evelyn didn't seem very amused with that remark.

“Why did you mention

Calvert?" Evelyn cut a piece of dessert with a spoon and put it to his lips.

“Eat your punishment." She grinned mischievously, recalling how much he disliked desserts and sweet food in general.

Without any hesitation, Sheffield devoured the dessert, and afterward he took a deep breath and patted his belly.

"That was some seriously rich chocolate! The taste? Amazing."

"You said you didn't like desserts. Why are you pretending to enjoy it?"

“I like sweet foods!" Sheffield declared. Then he stabbed his fork into a piece of tiramisu in order to prove his point.

Evelyn was positive he denied liking sweet foods. At least, he did the last time that topic arose.

"You said you didn't, though. Remember when

I brought you a dessert at work, before we got back together?"